The spectators began to leave the fighting arena in large numbers.
Leon assigned his guests to the care of a group of old female beasts and assembled Denzel and his men to welcome the most recent guest whose identity they were yet to know of.
A man dressed in a flowing black jacket with long black hair swaying in the direction of the wind and his hands held behind his back stood in front of the castle which served as both the throne room and joint for the ruling beasts. He stood in a position that prevented people from seeing his face.
"Good day, Gentleman," Leon began as soon as he and his men reached the figure clothed in black.
The man turned to face the beasts, who had the company of only a woman in their midst. The woman that had first attended to him upon his arrival.
"Good day to you too," A bright smile broke out on the man's place. "You have quite a nice place here and I must say I'm impressed."
Leon laughed briefly.
